The floor of the Genesis Well tore open along a jagged fiery fault ninety arm-lengths long.
A geyser of boiling black thick tar and crushed grey silt erupted from the fissure, throwing clouds of blinding ash forty arm-lengths into the ultramarine deep. Out of this boiling deep gap rose the head of the Void-Giant beast.
It wasn’t the head of a beast born of sea or sky. It was a huge, body-leverage siege-engine forged from the packed hatred of an extinct dynasty.
The head measured eighty-two arm-lengths across, shaped like the blunt, iron-clad snout of a deep-sea battering ram. Its skull was armored in overlapping plates of dark star-fallen iron, each ten inches thick and fastened to the bone with massive bronze rivets that cried acid-burning green rust. From its brow projected four curved ramming horns forged from stone-hard dragon-ribs, bound with bands of blackened brass that crackled with arcs of violet void-lightning.
Where eyes should have been, the monster had two huge, concave lenses of clouded deep-sea quartz, eight arm-lengths in width, behind which burned the diseased, flickering souls of a thousand clockwork iron-puppets. The quartz lenses glowed with pale, rotten-egg eerie glow, rotating in their bronze sockets with the jerky, cranking motion of clockwork escapements.
